Can't pay back the car?

"Are you serious?"

As the plane landed and Zhou Yi walked out of the airport, Chris, his superior, a bald man who walked up to him, asked this as his first sentence.

"What else?" Zhou Yi smiled. "When have you ever seen me mess around?"

"When haven't you been messing around?"

Chris wasn't surprised by Zhou Yi's shamelessness at all.

Because ever since that time Zhou Yi had dragged things out for a whole month in Dubai before returning, back when he was still the Director of Operations, he had already understood one thing: this subordinate was completely beyond his control.

Chris was very smart. After discovering this, he didn't choose to confront Zhou Yi. Instead, he simply started cooperating with Zhou Yi's actions.

He basically fulfilled Zhou Yi's requests without question, and he was the one who covered up the messes Zhou Yi made.

Zhou Yi wasn't ungrateful. Since Chris had gone this far, he didn't mind lending Chris a hand, helping this boss who made his job so much easier to advance further and continue providing him with useful assistance.

This was why Zhou Yi had been promoted directly to Kingsman within the past year, and why Chris, the Director of Operations, had been promoted to IRS Director…

When your subordinates are capable, the leader naturally benefits too!

This strengthened Chris's resolve to support Zhou Yi.

However, this time, Chris was genuinely a bit panicked, which was why he kept asking Zhou Yi if he had a plan.

If Zhou Yi had said he was going to take down some Gangster Drug Lords, Chris would have guaranteed to approve it without a second thought, provide all equipment support, and even ask Zhou Yi when he planned to return to work after his vacation.

In Chris's opinion, such an operation was practically equivalent to a vacation for Zhou Yi.

But now, Zhou Yi was going to take down the CIA headquarters!

Not to mention that they were departments that often exchanged interests or intelligence, the CIA was, after all, the world's number one spy organization, and Zhou Yi was now going to infiltrate their headquarters to steal a list of agents…

If this matter were discovered or exposed, Chris felt he wouldn't be able to handle it.

It was understandable that he asked multiple times.

"If it's something I have a grasp on, can it still be called messing around?" Zhou Yi rolled his eyes. They had reached the car by then, and Zhou Yi directly pulled open the door and got in. "Don't worry, I have someone cooperating with me inside the CIA, and they're skilled enough."

"You're in the wrong seat," Chris said helplessly.

"No, I'm not?" Zhou Yi patted the steering wheel. "Isn't this the driver's seat?"

"No, no, I'll drive," Chris said, his face full of dark lines. "Last time you drove, I got dozens of tickets!"

"Uh… I was only going over 100 mph?" Zhou Yi skillfully put on an innocent expression. (Note: MPH is an imperial unit, 1 MPH equals 1.6 km/h, so 100 MPH is 160 km/h).

"That was in the city! In the city!" Chris emphasized. "Not on a race track!"

"I know it was in the city, that's why I didn't even reach 200 mph…" Zhou Yi waved his hand. "Get in the car, don't waste time."

"Heh, the car keys are still with me," Chris finally showed a smug smile, displaying the keys in his hand to Zhou Yi.

"I learned my lesson this time and pulled them out in advance. Now, I have the initiative!"

"Are you sure?" Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow.

"…What else?" Chris, seeing Zhou Yi's confident demeanor, was taken aback. He subconsciously looked at the keys in his hand, starting to suspect they had been swapped.

"Look at my hand." Zhou Yi extended his right hand, showing it to Chris.

"Uh… there's nothing there?" Chris looked carefully and said.

"Indeed, there's nothing." Zhou Yi nodded, then turned his hand. From his palm, which was previously empty, appeared a silver-white key!

"But now…" Zhou Yi inserted the key into the car, turned it, and then started the engine. "Aren't you getting in?"

Chris: "!!!"

"How did you do that?" Chris asked, his eyes wide with shock, as he got into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt out of instinct. "This is a new car, I just got the keys myself!"

"In the hands of the God of Cars, there's never a distinction between new and old cars," Zhou Yi shook his head, wearing a smile that Chris found very mysterious. "This is a skill unique to me…"

"You're spouting nonsense, aren't you?" Chris looked incredulous. "What is that? A master key? A new piece of equipment developed recently? Something from the equipment department? Why don't I know about it?"

"No, no, no, this is actually my special ability. I can quickly master any car and produce the key. I am the God of Cars!" Zhou Yi said with a serious expression.

"I don't believe a word of that!" Chris said, his face full of dark lines. "Did those people in the equipment department forget that I'm the IRS Director? It looks like I need to inspect their work a few times!"

"No need, no need." Zhou Yi didn't mind that Chris hadn't taken his words seriously and instead blamed the equipment department. It was just something he said casually anyway, as he skillfully shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator.

"You don't need to pick locks, so why would the equipment department tell you about these things?"

"Hmm… that does make sense." Chris considered it seriously and realized that Zhou Yi's statement was indeed logical.

As a director, he didn't need to be on the front lines; he did administrative work. Of course, the equipment department wouldn't bring a bunch of spy equipment to him!

While he was thinking, Chris felt his body jolt, and then he was pressed into the seat by an almost irresistible inertia. The immense G-force was particularly clear at this moment.

"Zhou! What are you doing!" Chris exclaimed, his eyes wide. "This is Langley!"

"It's all the same. I've driven crazy in New York, are you afraid of this place?" Zhou Yi smiled, shifted into fifth gear, and floored the accelerator. "This car's configuration is quite good!"

"I should have taken out my grandfather's old car!" Chris said, his nerves taut as he stared at the cars Zhou Yi was rapidly and smoothly overtaking, shouting, "Also, this is the new car I just got, of course, the configuration is good!"

Zhou Yi hadn't rolled up the windows while driving, so at their current speed, one could only shout at the top of their lungs to be heard over the howling wind.

"Believe me, even an old car, in my hands, can go much faster than these people!" Zhou Yi laughed heartily.

PS: I've created a character for the protagonist. Please give it a heart! Tips for the character are also welcome!

Drive safely, no speeding.